“Just be careful with Carter,” he told me gently. “I don’t want my girl hurt, alright?”

I nodded at him, my heart pinching in my chest and hugged him tightly. “Don’t worry! I’ve got it under control!”

He hugged me back, and then we danced some more, until he eventually had eyes for others. He slowly detached from me to dance with a girl close by. He kept a watchful eye on me as we danced, and I spun around, eyes on the ceiling, watching the world swirl before me.

Hands gripped around my waist, and the scent of Carter invaded my senses. My back sank into his hard chest. His lips pressed against my temple, and his hands slid down the sides of my body, pressing me against him. I smiled, and my blood pumped faster. I swayed my hips into him, moulding myself to his body.

“I wanna fucking eat you,” he growled into my ear. “You’ve got me so fucking worked up, woman.”

I laughed but I could hardly hear myself.

He turned me to him, and despite the upbeat music blaring all around us, he moved me slowly against him, raising my thigh with one hand and grinding into my centre along with the beat of the music. I had my arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him without care, because evidently a little bit of alcohol makes you lose your inhibitions.

Well, for me anyway.

I didn’t know if kissing him like this was okay. He kept things tame in public, but after working him up in the bedroom, he had completely loosened up. Here, he didn’t care about how much he was touching me. We were surrounded my strangers. For us, there was no such thing as labels in a place like this.

His free hand slid down my back, grabbing a handful of my ass to him. I felt him harden, and it made me turned on more than ever that he was just as swept away by our touch as I was.

“Jesus, Leah,” he muttered against my mouth. “I’d like to drag you somewhere quiet and taste every inch of you.”

I wanted the same.

But we kissed and ravaged each other on that floor instead. Tongue against tongue, my centre against his hardened cock, creating friction that nearly made me come right then and there. He kept his eyes on me, never once paying mind to the girls that were staring at him, wishing they were wrapped in his arms.

I loved that about him.

We did that for a couple hours. I knocked back another drink, but it wore off after an hour. I was on a high, fuelled solely by the adrenaline of being out of my comfort zone, and Carter was sober as a nun.

Rome, on the other hand… Well, he was a fucking disaster.

It was almost one in the morning and we had to practically carry him out. I was laughing, Carter was cursing, and Rome was talking gibberish. We opened his car door and threw him in the backseat, and he fell in a heap, his eyes glazed over on the verge of passing out.

“Leah,” he muttered as Carter made his way to the driver’s side.

“What?” I asked, grinning at him.

He motioned me to him and I had to climb into the car and over him to see what he wanted. His hand went up and stroked the side of my face, and that smile I wore slowly faded because he was staring at me in a way that I’d never seen before.

“It would have been me,” he slurred.

He passed out just then, his hand falling to his side. I stared at him with wide eyes, my body quaking just a little bit.

“What was he on about?” asked Carter, shutting the door after he’d slid in.

I shook my head. “Nothing, he’s just passed out.”

“Goddamn drunk, eh?”

I nodded slowly.

A goddamn drunk that said…just what exactly?

I climbed into the passenger seat beside Carter and told myself he was just being a stupid drunk, muttering shit that made little sense. Russell had done it for years.

Carter held my hand the entire way back, glancing at me almost every minute with a smirk playing at his lips.

“Are you drunk too?” he asked me, chuckling.

“No way,” I answered.

“Huh.”

He was probably freaked out because I’d situated my body facing him. I stared at him the entire way back, making out that gorgeous profile, wanting nothing more than to place my lips on his and check out from this world.

“When we die, we should have our mouths put together,” I told him without thinking.

His brows went up and he stared at me in surprise. “Should we, now?”

“Yeah,” I deadpanned.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I feel like I’m home kissing you.”

Okay, so maybe I was slightly tipsy. Or maybe just extremely happy. Or, hell, maybe it was the same thing. I didn’t know. I was just mesmerized by this man.

His smile vanished and he looked at me with pensive eyes and parted lips. I like to think he knew what I meant.

Or maybe it was all in my head.

Carter

Don’t do it.

Eleven

The make out started the second he came back from delivering Rome to his bedroom. One minute I was taking off my boots and the next he had pinned me against the wall, kissing the shit out of me. It felt like an entire day’s worth of pent-up frustration finally being unleashed.

We undressed ourselves frantically on our way to my bedroom.

My cardigan and top went off.

His shirt went off.

His jeans came undone.

Mine came undone.

He picked me up, licking my collarbone and up my neck, burning me with throbbing lust wherever he touched.

He lowered me to the mattress, chest pressed against chest. Unclasping my bra, he buried his face between my breasts and I arched my back into him, moaning into the cool air as he flicked my nipple with his tongue.

Next my jeans came off and he groaned at the sight of me, so hungry for my body, he literally bit my hip and slid my thong off. His fingers roamed over my clit and between my folds, pushing gently into me as he situated his head between my legs. I grabbed at his hair and tried to pull him up, but he batted my hands away and pressed his mouth against my centre.

“God, Carter…” I shook uncontrollably, the pleasure so painfully intense.

He sucked and slowly pushed his fingers in and out of me, until I was grinding myself against his face and he was groaning like he loved it.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he grunted, teeth skimming flesh, making me quiver even harder. “I love it.”

I’d been wet since he nearly took me right here hours ago. My body felt like it’d been wavering on the edge of a cliff for an eternity, and I was close, so damn close to falling over. Just a few more thrusts of his fingers, a few more licks from that tongue and I was going to get there. I was going to fall so damn hard into the most exquisite orgasm in the history of all orgasms.